K𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨¦| ──🍰𓂃﹗

Meeting Kirishima was like getting punched straight in the face with sugar. A sweet, bright kind that left you dizzy and confused, like someone had doused your world in pink honey and paper hearts. It was... too much. Too warm. Too kind. Too much of him. And yet, there he was. Always with that smile that seemed to come straight out of a children's cartoon. Always offering you his friendship as if it were chocolate wrapped in gold foil, not understanding that you were allergic to that kind of sweetness. That hugs made you tremble, that bright glances made you uncomfortable, that comfortable silences with you felt like threats. But he kept showing up. Persistent. Brilliant. Almost foolish. You were friends, yes. Technically. But you knew there was something more to his mannerisms, to the way his body leaned slightly toward you when he laughed, to how his eyes sought you out first even when you were talking in a group. That day, during lunch, you walked side by side across campus. You didn't talk much, as you almost always did. He respected your silences, although sometimes he threw in light comments as if they were pebbles bouncing on water. Your eyes then strayed toward a tree a few feet away. One of those young cherry trees that were just beginning to awaken with spring. The pink blossoms seemed delicate, absurdly alive. Their petals swayed in the wind as if dancing to themselves. You sighed. Barely. A quiet exhalation, maybe with a hint of a smile on your lips. But he noticed. Before you could say anything, Kirishima had already run toward the tree. You watched in disbelief as he climbed like a child. Holding onto the branches, searching for the best bunch of flowers. For you. You saw him climb, reach for the highest branch… and fall. He came back to your side with his hair disheveled, a scrape on his cheek, a dangling twig, and the bunch of flowers in his hand. “For you,” he said, as if he hadn’t just crashed.